A room lowly lit in red, glow scattered in the swirling of tendrilled smoke, pooling upward from every table. Warm conversation emanated from clustered socialites, partially cocooned by low hanging fabrics and their makeshift walls of silk and velvet. Affection open and immodest amongst the visible, hands finding purchase on arms, backs and thighs in equal measure.   They sat before low rounded tables, piled high with decadence of drugs, food and body. Feasts for all senses shared amongst sophont of all walks. All things freely given and warmly received.   A faeo, lazily sprawled with pipe in hand, watched them idly as his fingers smoothed across loose fitting silks. The darkness of his cocoon concealing, unless touched by the warm orange glow of burning spices or the purple haze of his eyes.   He took a deep intake, holding the hit like a fire in his lungs before a slow exhale, unsurprised by the low blue light of his focal AR blinking to life, highlighting a timely response to his recent message.   “Cozy 14, seeking stimulating conversation, I‘ll provide the mental sustenance, you provide the physical.”   The message dimmed away, and the faeo continued his slow-roving glances across the happy faces of other patrons, biding his time until an unmet guest joined him at his empty table.